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Me: Can you feel it? Jacob: Feel what? Me: The cold. Jacob: Need some heat? Me: Yes please...He wraps his arms around me. Jacob: Can you feel it? Me; What? Jacob: The heat. Me: I need air...He lets me go, I take a breath. Me: Did you feel that? Jacob: Feel what? Me: The pulling. Jacob: Did it hurt? Me: No...He puts his hands on my shoulders. Jacob: Let's try again. Me: Okay...Puts hand on his…
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